#Nomi K

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all the lyrics are good and stupid emo hehe

But it's the pain (pain) that I will leave behind, The guilty, they will suffer, but the rest of us can die The pain (pain) that I will give to you, The guilty, they would shiver if they knew what I could do :)

textless version under the cut ;)

[changenameno]

Wild Ride PART 3

(Complete, links to the first and second part, down below)

Summary: You’ve arrived at the wedding, with three rather frustrated guys, what to do? - “I’m sure you’ll make it up to us later, won’t you darling?”

– Well it’s later now...

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Fem. Reader, Sy x Fem. Reader, August Walker x Fem. Reader

Warnings: 18+, cursing, size kink, ‘voyeurism’, foursome, vaginal fingering, oral sex, dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, praise-kink, lots of manhandling (because they are all brutes), fluffy ending, MDNI

Word count: 3.5 K

A/N: Well what can I say, I just couldn’t torture the guys like that, so they’ll finally get some relieve in this part… It’s not proofread, any mistakes are my own. Please be kind, comments/reblogs are much appreciated…Thank you❤️✨ ENJOY !



! Neither Nomis, nor Walter Marshall, Syverson or August Walker are my creation!

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(In case you’ve missed PART 1 or PART 2)

PART 3

The remaining car ride flew by, like nothing. At least for you, satisfied and a little drowsy. The guys on the other hand, couldn’t await the arrival.

Unfortunately for them the traffic had been slow, so you were running a little late.

Meaning there was no time to unpack or go up into the hotel room. Instead you were ushered along, by a nervous looking bridesmaid.

During the ceremony you four stood in the back, because the seats were filled already. Once the first dance of the married couple took place, it was way past noon.

You tried ignoring the heated glares you received from the three gentleman. When you were dancing with Walter, there was suddenly a tap on your shoulder, so you turned around. August’s sly smile greeting you as he held out a hand, “May I have this next dance?”

Knowing he was up to no good, you hesitated but nodded slowly. With more grace than you thought him capable off, August started to glide over the dance-floor, with you secure in his arms. Swaying this way and that. You were nearly a little disappointed when the song ended and he hadn’t made ‘the’ move.

But just before you reached the buffet, a hand closed around your wrist, pulling you back against a sturdy body, “Suite 222, in fifteen. Don’t be late. Think you kept us waitin’ long enough, Sugar’.”

Shockingly Sy’s raspy voice was enough to get your panties wet again.

He didn’t wait for an answer, simply went around the buffet to the doorway, where August and Walter were waiting. Mouth gaping you watched as the three guys retreated. Walter gave you a last reassuring look over his shoulder then winked teasingly, before he was gone as well.

Good God, what’ve you gotten yourself into?

 

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 Because you didn’t want to wait one more damned second, you went to the front desk after only ten minutes. “Excuse me, erm. Could I get the elevator key to suite 222?”

The bespectacled woman behind the desk, gave you a once over then asked, “Mrs. Walker I presume?”

You bit the inside of your cheeks, to prevent the snarky remark from leaving your lips. That annoying mother*cker had dared…

But then a gleeful smile curled your lips upwards, as you thought about Walter’s reaction, when you’d tell him later, what August had done.

Trying to keep your voice as casual as possible you answered,” Yeah that’s me. Mrs. Walker.”

She simply reached inside a drawer and handed you a small golden key, you thanked her and made your way over to the elevator, getting inside.

You had to hand it to August though, he was classy. Just the elevator looked extremely expensive already, with gold and white marble. There was only one button you could press with a small keyhole besides it. Putting the key in and turning it, made the doors glide shut, then you pressed the button and the elevator began to ascend.

 

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The elevator dinged and the doors opened, making your presents known to the three waiting men.

You took a few steps into the spacious room. There to your right, stood Sy. He was only wearing his dress pants, showing off his deliciously muscled and hairy chest. Sparkling blue eyes taking in your every movement, as you slowly stepped out of your heels.

Nearby there were two chairs, deliberately positioned diagonally to a bed. Not just any bed, there behind him was the largest one you’d ever seen, dark wooden frames in stark contrast to the snow white sheets on top.

At first, giddy as you were, you didn’t see the other two entering the suite. As more pressing urges overtook you for a second, sprinting to the bed and jumping backwards onto the soft mattress, bouncing slightly, giggling all the while.

As you sat up, August leaned against a sideboard arms crossed, a soft smile grazing his lips. His white dress shirt unbuttoned.

The mattress dipping, made you look away, to your right. Walter, only clad in his boxer shorts, had sat down next to you, an even softer expression on his face,” You know I love you, right?”

“Of course. By the way, I happen to love you too, you know,” you murmured back, while crawling closer to him. He reached out and easily manoeuvred you to straddle his lap, “Mmmh I know. What I meant is…You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, alright? You can stop anytime, yeah?”

Thankful for Walter’s reassurance you nodded. “Yeah.” Then added a little louder, meaning to address the whole room, “So, how do you want me?” Biting your lip for good measure.

Sy’s answering growl followed suit, “Ohh fuck, you wanna kill us darlin’?”

You felt warmth soaring through your body when August’s demanding rasp sounded, “Come here.”

To Walter’s disappointment you slid off his lap, then you sauntered over to where August was leaning against the sideboard still. He straightened up as you came to a stop in front of him, towering over you, uncrossing his arms. Immediately jumping at the opportunity presented, you let your fingers touch his toned stomach.

Playfully skimming upwards to his broad shoulders, raising goosebumps as you went along. And then trying to strip him of his dress shirt. As he caught on, to what you were doing, he shrugged his shoulders back and pulled the offending fabric all the way off his body.

You wanted to admire his whole form, so you tried taking a step back, but you only succeeded in colliding with another large, naked chest. Tilting your head back, you were met with sparkling blue eyes once again, “And where do you think, you’re goin’?”

Shuddering, you felt trapped between those two impossibly wide bodies. Like a deer to be devoured by its predators. Though all this accomplished, was that your core tightened and your nipples began poking through the thin fabric of your dress. Body getting even more exited for what was to come.

“You know, I think we should make the dressing situation square. Someone’s terribly overdressed, no?”

Before you could answer, Sy’s huge paws landed on your shoulders, moving smoothly to the sipper of your dress. Pulling it down, exposing you to your lower back. Then he swiftly pulled it open wider and the sleeves down your arms. Your own hands assisting in taking off your dress completely, till it landed at your feet.

Both August and the captain were breathing heavily, eyes caressing every patch of your skin that lay bare. Using their stupefied state, you slipped from between their bodies and darted to your boyfriend on the bed, who had watched everything until now.

Walter pulled you closer, so you were sitting on your knees between his outstretched legs, while he was leaning against the headboard. “Who is overdressed now?”, you purred back August’s previous statement.

Both men shuffled over to the left side of the bed, nearly losing their footing in their hurry to undress. Swallowing thickly, your heart stopped for a second.

Because they had not, as you thought they would, just removed their pants. Oh no, they now stood to your left as naked as the day they were born.

“Fu-ucking hell…”

You didn’t know where to look first. They were both as enormously gifted down there as Walter. And just as achingly hard.

August had a thick vein pulsing, running from his crown all the way down, and you wanted nothing more than to follow it with your tongue. Up and up, until you could get to that pearly drop of precum. Unconsciously liking your lips.

Sy took the initiative and climbed onto the bed as well, kneeling at the edge of the mattress, his index finger beckoning you forward and towards him.

 

Though before you complied, you turned in Walter’s arms and captured his lips in a passionate kiss, making him groan into your mouth. It didn’t last very long, only a few moments then you escaped his embrace, again. You’d swear that you felt Walter’s frustrated growl, vibrate through your body, making your cunt pulse in response. Might be that you should stop, poking the bear.

Still you crawled to Sy, mouth salivating. Between his tree-trunk thighs, stood his massive, erect cock against his stomach. Twitching violently when you propped yourself up, on said thighs. Next you leaned up, planting your sweet lips against his.

His big hands gripped your waist, dragging you up his thighs and pressing your panty clad pussy directly to his raging hard-on. Mewling and trembling, you grasped his bearded chin tighter and rolled your hips.

Yet his hands stopped your movement instantly. You pulled your head back, unsure, “Don’t you want?”

“Oh if you knew how much I want. It’s just… I’m gonna blow right now, if you don’t stop. And I wanna do that somewhere else, okay sugar’?”

“O-okay.”

He smirked then let you down gently on the bed, you’d forgotten for a moment that next to you, there was a rather frustrated August awaiting his turn. He leaned onto the bed and grabbed your thighs, effortlessly though roughly pulling you to him. A whimper escaped your lips, at his rugged manhandling of you.

Like a hungry panther he crawled over your body and attacked your neck with bruising kisses. You opened your legs wider, so he could settle between them, searing lips wondering down to your black lacy bra.

Without removing his lips, his hands slithered behind your back, unceremoniously opening your bra then wrenching it off. Sitting up a little August’s dilated pupils landed on the most perfect set of tits he’d ever encountered.

Bending down once more, he whispered against your left nipple, “Breath-taking.” Then he encircled it with his hot tongue, making you bow your back at the sensation. He focused a while on your left side before he switched and gave your right tit the same treatment, only coming up to ask, “I need a real taste. May I, love?”

For a second your head was so foggy from the pleasure that you didn’t understand what he meant. But as soon as his callused hands skated down your stomach to the waistband of your panties, you knew. “Y-yes, please.”

The sinister glint in his sapphires, made you gush some more especially because he added huskily, “Such a good girl, begging already.”

Apparently patience running thin, behind you Walter snarled, sounding more animal than man, “Get on with it. Or do you need help?”

August ignored him, but moved further down, kneeling on the floor pulling you with him, so your legs were on either side of his head. Your panties were gone faster than a speeding bullet.

You couldn’t even concentrate on the man between your legs, because just then Sy and Walter scooted over and knelt by your head. Huge cocks bobbing.

Evidently Walter had removed his boxers some time ago when you weren’t paying attention. Now kneeling behind your head, holding his cock in hand, like a weapon, slowly moving up and down, penetrating gaze fixed on your wet, wet pussy.

The captain wasn’t fairing much better, holding his cock close to your face, though eyes focused on your slightly parted lips. When August’s wide tongue swiped through your folds a loud moan broke free from deep within you, and then three resounding grunts followed yours. He hummed against your centre, making your hips buck up, “Fuck, so wet. And you really do taste fantastic.”

You were only able to mewl in response as his nose brushed your clit and he began tongue fucking you in earnest. Fingers of your left hand digging into something hot, while you jerked in August’s hold. A somewhat anguished voice brought you back to reality, “Sugar’ you better let go, I still need that blood circulation there.”

In your delirium you’d accidently wrapped your hand around Sy’s boner a little too tightly, quickly retracting your hand and gripping the bedspread instead. And not a moment too soon, because August added one of his long fingers, suckling on your nub and you were done for. Your back bowing off the bed and letting out a loud cry as you came in his mouth.

He fingered you through your release, only then withdrawing, liking his lips clean, though his moustache was still shining with your juices.

 

Not even quite recovered from your intense orgasm, strong arms lifted you up, hurriedly positioning you on your hands and knees. The only warning your boyfriend gave you, before sliding his thick length in, being a thundered, “My turn!”

A pathetic whimper left your lips as he continued to push further into you, slick easing his way. “Ahhrg, so fucking tight, my love”, he breathed into your ear, hairy chest pressed onto your back.

The added weight suddenly making your arms give out, but he’d curled his biceps around your chest, preventing you from face-planting into the mattress. With a tilt of his hips, Walter shoved himself in to the hilt, which made you feel incredibly full. Incomprehensible noises leaving you.

 

Walter simply held you against him, letting you adjust to his cock, while whispering praises into your hair. “Such a good, good girl. Yeah that’s it, taking me so well.”

A few minutes passed where your walls finally grew accustomed to the fat rod sparing them open. Taking in a deep breath your eyes fixed onto August, who was still kneeling on the floor, then you glanced to your left at Sy, a wicked idea forming inside your head.

You leaned back into Walter which made him grunt and then you whispered, “I want both of them in my mouth.” He chuckled darkly, purposefully answering loud enough for them to hear, “Pretty sure they want your naughty little mouth on them as well.”

As if he’d put them under his spell, August and Sy were on their feet even before you could begin to feel embarrassed about what Walter had said. Two pairs of lust blown pupils landing on your naked form, moving south and lingering where Walter and you were now conjoined, tight pussy fluttering around his angry cock.

Without leaving your hot cavern, your boyfriend half pushed, half carried you to the edge of the mattress. The movement making you moan softly, aching for him to finally fuck you with intent.

When you didn’t immediately reach for the weeping cocks in front of you, Sy grew impatient and grabbed your hand, putting it around his. Beginning to move it up and down his length, until you found the perfect rhythm. Moan after moan leaving him.

Having such a hunk of a man standing there, falling apart because of you, made you feel incredibly powerful. “Yeah just like that, sugar’. Perfect!”

Walter let go of your upper body enough, so you could lean forward onto your unoccupied hand. Which you did, in reach of your mouth there was now August’s enormous member, standing as upright as ever.

Teasing was no longer an option, therefore you quickly got started with the task at hand, letting your tongue swipe up from his balls, along the delicious looking vein still pulsing rapidly under his skin. Obscenely smacking your lips together, over the swollen mushroom-like tip and tasting the first drops of his salty precum.

Becoming putty in your hands as well, he pressed out, “Fu-fuck, love, that tongue of yours…arrgh… Please don’t stop.”

You weren’t really good with multitasking but for them, you’d give it your best shot. Taking August’s cock in as far as it’d go without choking, while continuing to pump your hand on Sy’s in the same rhythm as before. Their freely flowing moans letting you know that they were enjoying it very much.

But you grew restless. Walter still hadn’t started moving and it made the annoyance and frustration within, flair high. More than just a little eager, you pushed back, hard. Hoping he’d get the hint.

He did. One big hand, held onto your hip, as he pulled out nearly all the way, before slamming back inside, fucking you forward and onto August. Choking and drooling a little, your desperate wails were muffled as August’s cock slipped a considerable bit more, down your throat. “Ahh, do that again, “ his husky voice demanded.

Walter needn’t be told that, he simply established a maddening rhythm right from the get go, the motion pushing you back and forth on their members.

Sy’s hand closed around yours, to ensure it’d stay where he needed it most. The suite was filled with choking sounds, grunts and muffled whimpers.

It didn’t take long, before the captain grunted, “Gonna, gonna come.”

To his surprise you let August slip out, pulled your left hand back and wrapped your mouth around Sy’s twitching, leaking cock. “Fuuuuck! Gonna fill you up…” With one last, long groan he came.

To prevent becoming overstimulated, the captain pulled free from your wanton mouth. You had tried swallowing every last drop, during which Walter relentlessly ploughed your sensitive and weeping pussy like a priced breeding bull.

Nevertheless you nearly succeeded, only a few drops of cum running down your chin, showing Sy your empty mouth on the next mewl Walter pulled from you.

Just three loud whimpers could be heard, before August had stuffed his sizable length back down your throat. “That’s better. Taking me so deep. Almost there…just a little more.” You swallowed around his cockhead, making him lose all inhibitions, snapping his hips forward every time Walter pulled you in the opposite direction.

True to his words, after a few more jerks August spilled his warmth down your throat, at least making the swallowing easier. When he’d softened, he went to sit down on one of the chairs near the bed, Sy already sitting on the other one. Both still mesmerized by the erotic sight in front of them, so they simply continued watching. Enjoying the show.

 

Walter didn’t waste any time, slinging both his beefy arms around you, positioning you upright on his knees, your legs on either side of his, so he could fuck upwards and into your quivering cunt. Bouncing you up and down on his lap, a sudden possessiveness overcame him, so he rasped out, “Who do you belong to?!”

Thoroughly fucked out, you somehow managed a last shout, “Be-belong to…you…WALTER!” Then you came with a violent spasm, pussy gushing around him, juices running down his balls.

He growled, yanking you even closer, coming with one last powerful trust, filling your stomach with even more seed. Beyond exhausted you went completely limp in his embrace, his beard tickling your ear, “You were perfect. Love you so much.”

With closed eyes you replied, addressing the whole room again, “Mmmh so were you.” Adding a, “Love you, too,” just for Walter though. He slowly lifted you off his softening cock, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple and laying you down onto your back with so much care you would have thought you’d be made of glass. When he cuddled into your side, someone asked, “May I?”

Reopening your eyes, there stood August next to the bed looking like a lost puppy, holding out a wet wipe. Before you could answer, your boyfriend took it and slowly began cleaning you between your legs. Making you shiver at the sudden coolness. Once he was finished, Sy stood from his chair and sauntered over, to throw the sullied wipe away.

When he returned, August still stood next to the bed, unsure how to proceed. The captain pulled on his arm and gestured to the pants lying on the floor, meaning to get him to dress. Fortunately you hadn’t dosed off just yet, so you caught the silent gesture.

Parroting back Sy’s previous words, though in a rather wobbly voice, “And where do you think, you’re goin’?” Smiling into your shoulder, Walter added, “This ain’t no hit and run. Come back to bed.”

Feeling out of his depth, August swallowed thickly, “Thought you’d want us to leave?”

You’d never seen them so unsure of themselves, which made them somehow even more endearing than they already were. You simply patted the bed murmuring, “Come you two. There is plenty of space here…”

Finally they made their way over to the huge bed and got in. After a bit of manoeuvring and shuffling around, you were all cuddled together rather comfortably.

Walter being the big spoon hugging you to his chest, August’s biceps acting as your pillow and Sy’s long arm slug over August, his hand resting on your naked hip. Because it was a warm day and you had three furnaces snuggled up to you, there was no need for a blanket, at all.

Completely content you sighed. There was only one thing left to say, cheeky smile curling your lips as you peered at the bewhiskered face in front of you, “Mrs. Walker, huh?”

There was grumbling behind you. Near inaudible because he’d buried his face into your neck, Walter sleepily slurred, “What’s thatmean?”

August had the audacity to look scandalized, swiftly pressing your face further into his biceps to muffle any other comment of yours, as he answered, “Erm, nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

Instead of protesting you merely giggled into his arm. Making all three men lovingly smile at the sweet creature within their embrace.

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give a warm welcome to our 32 not-pink-enough contestants !!!

every single one of these characters has been accused of "not having pink enough hair to qualify for a main tourney" . the question is -- who is the best "pink" haired character of all time ? on 10/20/2023 , we'll begin voting to figure that out !!!!

ROUND ONE MATCHUPS

Junko Enoshima - Danganronpa VS Chiaki Nanami - Danganronpa Whitney - Pokemon VS Nao Egokoro - Your Turn to Die Sakuya Sakuma - Act! Addict! Actors! VS Sakura Minamoto - Zombieland Saga Crona - Soul Eater VS Ritsu - Assassination Classroom Kaz Kaan - Neo Yokio VS Kakyoin Noriaki - Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Sara - Tales of Link VS Sucy Manbavaran - Little Witch Academia Power - Chainsaw Man VS Sayori - Doki Doki Literature Club Pearl - Steven Universe VS Sylvie Ashling - Epithet Erased Nomi Nomi - I Was a Teenage Exocolonist VS Kipo Oak - Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts Clover Field - Zero Escape VS Mitsuri Kanroji - Demon Slayer Koyuki Himekawa - Magical Girl Raising Project VS Satori Komeiji - Touhou Ruby Kurosawa - Love Live! VS Princess Iris - Lolirock Vi - Arcane VS Duck - Princess Tutu Mizuki Akiyama - Project Sekai VS Kokomi Sangonomiya - Genshin Impact Kirio Nekoyanagi - The Idolm@ster VS Marika Kato - Mouretsu Pirates Iono - Pokemon VS K-Angel - Needy Streamer Overload

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Which books would the Exocolonists read?

Happy Exo-versary! 🚀I Was a Teenage Exocolonist came out one year ago, and I want to celebrate by recommending some books I think the main characters would love.

Book titles:

Sol: The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer

Cal: Taproot by Keezy Young

Anemone: Blazewrath Games by Amparo Ortiz

Marz: TJ Powar Has Something To Prove by Jesmeen Kaur Deo

Dys: How to Get over the End of the World by Hal Schrieve (comes out October 3, 2023)

Tangent: Unwieldy Creatures by Addie Tsai

Tammy: The Tea Dragon Society by K. O'Neill

Nomi: Lark and Kasim Start a Revolution by Kacen Callender

Rex: So This Is Ever After by F.T. Lukens

Vace: Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao

Sym: Two Dark Moons by Avi Silver

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of march

miki schumacher de / re / formation

craig arnold pitahaya

brian turner here, bullet: “what every soldier should know”

eileen myles not me: “peanut butter”

noor hindi breaking [news]

jane hirshfield my species

annesha mitha you are a tyrannosaurus rex

mary ruefle among the musk ox people: poems: “blood soup”

alice notley mysteries of small houses: “as good as anything”

nomi stone on world-making

k. silem mohammad poems about trees

franz wright the break

fred marchant the looking house: “night heron maybe”

carl phillips cortège: “domestic”

alexa luborsky connotations

bruce smith the other lover: “to the executive director of the actual”

nikky finney head off & split: “the aureole”

alice fulton personally engraved

amy beeder because our waiters are hopeless romantics

chiagoziem jideofor self-preservation

carol muske-dukes skylight: “the invention of cuisine”

joyce peseroff a dog in the lifeboat: “april to may”

rigoberto gonzalez other fugitives and other strangers: “other fugitives and other strangers”

toi derricotte the undertaker’s daughter: “my dad & sardines”

tarfia faizullah yr not exotic, but once ya wanted to be

jenny george the artist

jack spicer a second train song for gary

victor hernandez cruz maraca: new and selected poems 1966-2000: “red beans”

xi chuan power failure

jean valentine door in the mountain: new and collected poems, 1965-2003: “sanctuary”

duane niatum drawings of the song animals: new and collected poems: “consulting an elder poet on an anti-war poem”

kofi

[pixie-skull]

Challenge, Alphabet of Crushes:

Pretty self explanatory, just list your biggest crushes of past and present to each letter. I tag @impossiblepeggy @little-bloodied-angel @geebs96 @airasora @thenamelessdoll @confettipetticoats @2009jorose @animagix101 @night130

A= Amalthea (The Last Unicorn)

B= Belle (Beauty and the Beast)

C= Christine (The Phantom of the Opera)

D= Dorian Grey (the picture of Dorian Grey)

E= Esmeralda (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

F= Frodo (The Lord of the Rings)

G= Granger, Hermione (Harry Potter) *Emma Waston I actually like for her, the character meh, but more roles lately make me really like Emma Waston more, just Hermione was my first role I really liked her*

H= Hemidall (Thor)

I= Inara (Firefly+Serenity)

J= Jasmine (Aladdin)

K= Kala (Sense8)

L= Loki (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

M= Merlin (BBC Merlin)

N= Nomi+ Amanita (Sense8) *I could not choose one as both are amazing*

O= Original Hex Girls (Scooby-Doo! and the Witch's Ghost) *mainly Thorn (center) and Luna(right side)*

P= Padme (Star Wars)

Q= Queen of Wonderland, White Queen, or Mirana of Marmorea (Alice in Wonderland) *mostly like her for she is played by Anna Hathaway and BONUS looks like a live action Amalthea*

R= Rose (Titanic)

S= She-Hulk (1996’s Incredible Hulk: Animated Series) *Cree Summer too a crush*

T= Tara (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

U= Underworld Persephone (Percy Jackson and the Lighting Thief)

V= Vampire Mina (Bram Stoker Dracula) *mention honestly wanted to find a way to mention Winona Ryder as such a huge crush, plus Winona in red dress so beautiful*

W= Wonder Woman (DC Comics, yet mostly Gal Gadot version)

X= Xavier, Charles (Marvel Comics, yet James McAvoy version, and yes I do not mind if someone needs a wheelchair)

Y= Yum-Yum (The Thief and the Cobbler)

Z= Zoe (Firefly+Serenity) * and Wash, as both have such an adorable relationship*

It is very apparent to me I have a type in both women and men. As well, yes, I still have major crushes on the live action character's thespian. I mean dang I was not expecting such types, but one of my friends did observe I tend to like Jewish, Middle Eastern, French, and Indian women, and men twinks XD (often Untied Kingdom). Dyed hair not picky on gender though, as a good look all around.

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🐉 Trans Dragon Books 🐉

One does not learn to fly without taking a leap. And one has to fall to be caught. Nomi is a young druid finally taking the chance to spread her wings and leave her home. To see the world and discover its magic, beauty… and maybe love. Calia is a dragon on the hunt for angels, trying to square an old debt. That, and to get Laura, her desired bondmate, to finally return to her side, where she belongs. Nomi immediately catches the eye of the powerful dragons. Calia entices her with honeyed words and a skillful tongue. On the other hand, Laura, much smaller but equally intimidating, takes it upon herself to protect her. Despite the warnings, Nomi can’t help being drawn to Calia's charm, her power, her fangs… and the hidden gentleness in her eyes. She promises danger where Laura promises safety, and Nomi is torn between the two. Luckily there is a convenient cult out for the dragons’ heads, providing Nomi with ample distraction and at least one dragon egg to steal, hatch, and raise by herself. Perfectly normal things for a young transgender druid to get involved in! In the clutches of dragons, battling dark forces from beyond the stars, Nomi faces the questions of who she is and who she wants to be. Whether she deserves the love offered to her, and what it truly takes to earn her wings...

Revisit the enchanting world of Tea Dragons with an all-new companion story to the two-time Eisner Award-winning graphic novel The Tea Dragon Society, now in paperback! Rinn has grown up with the Tea Dragons that inhabit their village, but stumbling across a real dragon turns out to be a different matter entirely! Aedhan is a young dragon who was appointed to protect the village but fell asleep in the forest eighty years ago. With the aid of Rinn’s adventuring uncle Erik and his partner Hesekiel, they investigate the mystery of his enchanted sleep… but Rinn’s real challenge is to help Aedhan come to terms with feeling that he cannot get back the time he has lost. Critically acclaimed graphic novelist K. O'Neill delivers another charming, gentle fantasy story about finding your purpose, and the community that helps you along the way.

Long ago, humans betrayed dragons, stealing their magic and banishing them to a dying world. Centuries later, their descendants worship dragons as gods. But the 'gods' remember, and they do not forgive. Since they were orphaned, Arcady has scraped a living thieving on the streets of Vatra, dreaming of life among the nobility - and revenge. When the chance arises to steal a powerful artefact from the bones of the Plaguebringer, the most hated person in Lumet history, they jump at it, for its magic holds the key to their dreams. But the spell has unintended consequences, and drags Everen - the last male dragon, who was once foretold to save his kind - into the human world. Trapped, and disguised as a human, Everen soon realises that the key to his destiny, and to regaining his true power, lies in Arcady. All he needs to do is convince one little thief to bond with him completely - body, mind, and soul - and then kill them . . . Yet the closer the two become, the greater the risk both their worlds will shatter.

[seoul-italybts]

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__ Uno sguardo ai diversi MV per Right Place, Wrong Person  __

__ di SEO SEONGDEOK | 03. 07. 2024

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RM ha scritto Right Place, Wrong Person prima di iniziare il servizio militare, e poi l'ha rilasciato in corso d'addestramento. Per questo motivo, ovviamente, non è stato possibile vedere sue apparizioni alla TV o a programmi in diretta, men che meno scoprire i suoi pensieri e processi mentali relativi all'album. Invece, nel corso di un mese, è stata pubblicata tutta una serie di video performance e video musicali—sei in totale— L'album tratteggia il tipo di persona che RM è diventato oggi. Vorace amante della musica, RM ha tratto ispirazione da diversi generi e si è fatto aiutare da molteplici collaboratori al fine di portare alla luce la sua più sincera visione del mondo. Affiancato – in particolare – da San Yawn dei Balming Tiger, la super star dei BTS si è affidata ai propri gusti personali – invece che volgersi a nomi noti della musica – per creare la sua squadra dei sogni, composta da artisti coreani ed internazionali. Il risultato è qualcosa di più unico che raro, anche per quella fetta di idol K-pop che già si occupa in prima persona della propria musica. RM muove un ulteriore passo al di fuori delle aspettative, distanziandosi dal seguire una mera diramazione dei lavori e dello stile dei BTS – per addentrarsi, piuttosto, in un territorio musicale lui poco noto. Quest'album non è un progettino personale qualsiasi, ma un lavoro dalla produzione e le risorse tipiche dei rilasci su scala internazionale. RM ha dunque attinto dalla sua identità coreana – e, più generalmente parlando, asiatica - per esprimere il suo status di outsider agli occhi del mondo occidentale. E tutto questo è stato possibile proprio perché è un artista K-pop, è un membro dei BTS e si tratta di lui, RM. Come sicuramente già menzionato, la libertà espressiva e linguistica di RM non è solo o tanto un punto di forza, quanto una sua caratteristica identitaria.

Chiaramente i diversi MV preparati per accompagnare l'album non possono che riflettere la personalità del progetto stesso. “Come back to me”, rilasciato come singolo prima dell'uscita dell'album, vede la regia di Lee Sung Jin, già autore della serie Netflix Beef (Lo scontro). L'anno scorso, Lee ha preso parte ad una conferenza che si è tenuta in Corea e ha condiviso come in passato, “Scrivevo preoccupandomi di come poter creare qualcosa che potesse piacere al pubblico americano”. Mentre ora, ha detto “Cerco di esprimere la mia identità, nei miei progetti.” Il cast principale apparso nel MV di “Come back to me” sono tuttə attori/trici coreanə o parte della diaspora coreana. Nonostante l'atmosfera vagamente aliena, le riprese in interno—esperta opera della direttrice artistica Seong-Hie Ryu—sembrano rappresentare un qualche spazio residenziale in Corea. Come si è visto in pellicole quali Parasite e Everything Everywhere All at Once—e, più recentemente, nelle famosissime serie TV The Sympathizer (Il Simpatizzante / HBO) e Shōgun (FX), d'ambientazione rispettivamente vietnamita e giapponese—è ormai assolutamente normale ed accettato seguire e concentrarsi su tali storie senza dover metter mano e trasporre il contesto linguistico e culturale d'origine.

In un'era in cui la musica coreana non è più sconosciuta è dunque forse possibile puntare a qualcosa di più che la semplice ambiguità culturale o un'estetica esotica, quando si tratta di video musicali? Sembrerebbe un quesito ed una possibilità condivisi da moltə dato che, mentre in passato il K-pop non si è quasi mai distanziato dall'iconografia tipicamente coreana – fatta, ad esempio, di uniformi scolastiche -, negli anni più recenti la scena si è sviluppata ed espansa fino ad includere elementi di cultura ed abbigliamento tradizionali — come l'hanbok— ed il folklore coreano. L'approccio adottato da RM, però, non spicca tanto per la sua modernità, quanto per la qualità cinematografica. Il non-detto è sufficiente a suggerire un'ulteriore e più profonda proliferazione di possibilità ancora inesplorate, e la struttura circolare esprime al meglio le tematiche narrate in quest'album, ovvero la dicotomia giusto/sbagliato, la contraddizione in termini del voler essere se stesso nonostante i dubbi identitari, ed il contrasto tra il desiderio di esplorare cose nuove e l'attenersi a ciò che già si conosce.

Il video musicale di “LOST!” è stato diretto dal regista Aube Perrie. Perrie si è aggiudicato i premi Best New Director e Best Hip Hop/Grime/Rap Video (International) agli UK Music Video Awards 2021 per i MV di “Chemical” di MK e “Thot Shit” di Megan Thee Stallion e, successivamente, è diventato ancor più famoso grazie al contributo dato ai brani “Music For a Sushi Restaurant” e “Satellite” di Harry Styles. I video musicali di Perrie sono noti per il modo in cui sanno spingersi oltre i limiti dell'immaginario in scenari e situazioni ben precisi. Vi troviamo un collage di stili – tra cui, anche la clay animation (plastilina animata) – e set che ricordano miniature o studi televisivi d'epoca, il tutto mixato insieme in un labirinto escheriano di ripetizioni e paradossi temporali.

I video di “Groin”, “Nuts”, “Domodachi” (feat. Little Simz) e “ㅠㅠ (Credit Roll)” sono usciti in un secondo momento e sono tutti opera della regia di Pennacky. Questo regista è noto e celebrato nella scena indie giapponese come pioniere dello stile rètro anni ’80s/’90s ed è celeberrimo per le sue collaborazioni con vari artistə asiaticə, anche al di fuori della scena giapponese, come il collettivo musicale coreano dei Balming Tiger, la band singaporeana dei Sobs ed il gruppo indonesiano dei Gizpel. Ma dire che opera unicamente entro i limiti della scena indie non è del tutto corretto, vista la sua partecipazione a progetti di artistə giapponesi famosissimi come le ATARASHII GAKKO! ed altrə appartenenti alla scena mainstream occidentale, quali i Phoenix. Lo stile tipico di Pennacky pervade i video diretti per RM. È evidente la predilezione per una certa estetica ed iconografia—la pellicola 16 mm, un approccio semplice e diretto ad effetti particolari ed affascinanti, cui attinge senza nascondere l'evidente sprezzatura—e la tendenza ad enfatizzare il gusto propriamente giapponese che caratterizza i suoi video, qualsiasi sia la nazionalità dell'artista o la scala del progetto cui partecipa – ad esempio la presenza costante di figure quali il personaggio del lavoratore salariato giapponese ed effetti speciali più vicini alla cultura e tradizione nipponica.

Tra tutte le sue collaborazioni con RM, però, il video che accompagna la penultima traccia dell'album, “ㅠㅠ (Credit Roll)”, è forse il più degno di nota. RM siede di fronte ad una telecamera mentre il filmato viene riprodotto su una vecchia TV squadrata e, nelle sue immediate vicinanze, gente di diversa età ed origini siede a terra, attorno ad un tavolo tradizionale - bapsang, condividendo un pasto a base di pietanze che potrebbero essere coreane, sebbene sia difficile a stabilirsi. Questi personaggi chiacchierano animatamente senza mai voltarsi verso la televisione. Un gruppo di individui non coreani riuniti per consumare un pasto coreano – o anche solo asiatico, mentre RM si esibisce in TV—quale migliore rappresentazione del rispetto che RM si merita, di quanto dovrebbe esser fiero di se stesso, e del mistero che ancora cela ciò che gli riserverà il futuro? “ㅠㅠ (Credit Roll)” non è solamente un'umile traccia conclusiva in cui l'artista ci ringrazia preventivamente per aver ascoltato fino ai titoli di coda. Alcuni artisti si considerano e/o sono consapevoli d'essere piattaforme e mezzi espressivi di per sé. Right Place, Wrong Person presanta tematiche quali il sentirsi un estraneo, l'essere una star globale, l'approccio a percorsi ancora inesplorati e le difficoltà di adattamento—o forse l'inadeguatezza in genere. La vasta gamma di collaboratori di cui si è circondato RM per questo progetto non fa che arricchire la trama di questi brani e video fondamentalmente appartenenti alla sfera idol, espandendone i concetti e contenuti contestuali. E, come già detto, tutto questo è possibile solo perché si tratta di K-pop, si tratta dei BTS e si tratta di RM.

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[esoterium]

top 100 characters statistical "which character" is similar to yours personality quiz

**picking five characters i know to add to the list while i take a couple!!*

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[hirokiyuu]

i mentioned on the dys>sol/nomi i was gonna be posting more of my fic backlog on here and then Did Not Do That..... until now! have some dys>sol>cal. 'you sure write a lot of dys>sol where sol likes other people' yeah. yeah. i won't lie to you guys tho this run does eventually end w/dys/sol but. u kno. takes a bit :)

aaaaanyways please enjoy this Unrequited Teen Angst WWWWWWW set during early year 16!

is that the sun i see (or am i just being greedy); 700 words

Sol’s weirdly moody on the transport. Usually even if he’s quiet, he’ll be fiddling with his holopalm or listening to music or something, but today he’s in the very back, just staring out at the scenery, and when their eyes meet for half a second he doesn’t even smile. Sol always smiles when he sees Dys, which honestly used to kind of weird him out but these days… does not do that.

Still, as the team files out of the transport and breaks off into pairs, Dys keeps an eye on him instead of scouting ahead like normal -- which ends up being a good thing, because after about fives minutes out by themselves Sol suddenly lets out an enormous groan and slumps over, hunched in over himself. And Dys can’t feel fear but his heart’s pounding anyways as he runs over, careful to keep an eye on their surroundings as he leans over and says, urgently, “Sol, what --”

The moment his hand touches Sol’s back Sol jumps, enough to send himself falling back on his ass in the dirt, eyes wide with surprise like he hadn’t heard Dys sprinting towards him. “Dys?” he sputters, before glancing around. “I thought -- I mean, don’t you normally go on ahead…?”

He doesn't look hurt at all, though on closer inspection there’s bags under his eyes Dys’s never seen on his face before. “I mean,” says Dys, who can’t bring himself to say I was worried about you, “you were acting weird, so….”

“Oh,” says Sol, before managing a tiny grin up at him. “That’s… that’s really nice of you. Thanks.”

“Whatever.” Ugh. He can feel his stupid face going red. The worst part is that he can’t even leave, not with how Sol’s smile is still wobbling at the edges. “...Are you okay?”

“Oh, well, um… I mean, that’s….” The smile slides off Sol’s face piece by piece, until he gives up on it all at once and sighs miserably, pulling his knees in close until he’s curled up on himself in the dirt. “No.”

Dys… can’t even pretend to be surprised. Slowly he sits down next to Sol, watching as Sol leans forward to rest his chin on his arms, for once not even fidgeting. “...It’s stupid,” says Sol, finally. “It’s really stupid, and you’re gonna think it’s stupid too. But… if I tell you… can you pretend you don’t think it is? Just for like, ten minutes.”

This already sounds like it’s going to suck. “...Okay. I won’t… say anything, I guess.”

“Thanks.”

The moment drags out. Dys picks a little at a hangnail, waiting. Finally, Sol sighs again, and doesn’t quite look at Dys as he says, “Cal and Tammy are dating.”

“...Oh.”

“He told me on my birthday.” Sol tilts even further forward, until his face is buried in his arms, and with a muffled voice says, “Like, he knocked on the door and she was there and he had his hand on her back. And she’d made me a cake, which was like, nice or whatever, but it was so unbearable just seeing them together and I just -- I just had to sit there and pretend I was happy for them….

“Apparently she asked him out during Glow? Like, after the attack? And I saw them together in the lounge but I didn’t even realize….” There is, horrifyingly, a sniffing noise. “Stupid… stupid Fennec Face. She’s not… she’s not even that cute, and she’s afraid of everything, and I… I….”

Another sniff. Dys is probably the person least equipped to deal with this in the entire colony, not in the least because he heard Cal was dating someone else and his first reaction was gratitude. “...Sorry,” he offers up, finally. “That… that sucks.”

“Yeah,” says Sol, as he burrows deeper into his arms. “I�� I just… I really like him. Y’know?”

Quietly, Dys answers, “I know.”

In response Sol just lets out this big shuddering sigh, somehow burrowing even deeper. “Sorry,” he says. “I know it’s stupid. I… Sorry.”

Dys can’t think of anything to say to that, can’t think of a single thing that might make Sol feel a little better. Instead of trying anyways he just sits there like an idiot, keeping half an eye on the planet around them to make sure they don’t get eaten by anything, and next to him Sol doesn’t move for a long, long time.

[wintersera]

tara nomi, g k ba, idol

unfortunately user wintersera is whitewashed and doesn’t understand tagalog so my ass had to ask ena and spade for translation—

but anywayyysss yass let’s drink :]

[changenameno]

Wild Ride PART 2

(Complete, link to the first and third part, down below)

Summary:
Having to share a car with your friends Sy and August, you and Walter make do. They won’t catch on, to what you’re doing in the backseat, right?

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Fem. Reader (Sy and August)

Warnings: 18+, cursing, unsafe driving, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, finger-fucking, dirty talk, MDNI

Word count: 1.2 K

A/N: It’s not proofread, any mistakes are my own. Please be kind, comments/reblogs are much appreciated…Thank you, hope you enjoy!❤️✨

! Neither Nomis, nor Walter Marshall, Syverson or August Walker are my creation!

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(In case you’ve missed PART 1)

PART 2

 Leaning back as far as you could, you rested your head below Walter’s bearded chin, placing a soft kiss below. Now that you were pressed up to him that close, you felt a bulge forming against your ass. Grinning in triumph because he needed this just as much as you did.

Walter grunted lowly, as you purposely pushed back your rear, making his cock jump. “You little tease.” Then his large hand landed on your thigh once more, this time hoisting it up, over his knee. Spreading your legs, for better access.

Feeling his long fingers caressing your inner thigh, had you worked up already, suppressing a small whimper as they ascended. Inching closer and closer to your sullied panties. Finally he touched where you needed it most, beginning to stroke one finger up and down your still covered pussy.

That had you bite your lip in a desperate attempt to stay quiet, but you couldn’t stop the muffled mewl from slipping out anyway. Making you go rigid, fearfully staring at Sy and August. Thankfully they were still so caught up in their discussion, that they hadn’t heard you, not even glancing in your direction.

Walter whispered, “Darling, you’ve got to be quiet, unless you want to be watched.” Just the thought of being watched by your two best friends, had your cunt pulsing in excitement.

You didn’t see his face, but knew he’d be on board with this. One of the amazing qualities your boyfriend possessed, was, that he wasn’t jealous. Because he knew he’d nothing to worry about, you were his. And he was yours.

Another stroke, brought you back from your musings. Without warning he let his fingers slip below your panties, making the fabric stretch as he began moving them through your slick folds. Your eyes flew shut, arching your back. Head turned to the right, to muffle a moan against Walter’s neck.

“So needy and wet. All for me?” The best you could do was nod your head.

“Mmmh yeah, now that’s a good girl.”

Obviously he’d rather sink his cock into your tight, hot cavern but for now he had to make do with you clenching on his fingers. Maybe he’d even stretching you for later, so you could take him more easily.

Walter chuckled darkly, then he pushed two of his fingers inside, sliding them in to the last knuckle. That had you buck your hips forward, chasing the delicious feeling, body getting incredibly hot, and breaths coming faster. “That’s it. Gonna stretch your little pussy so wide, later my cock will slide right in.”

Tiny whimpers escaped you, just thinking about his massive cock that kept twitching against your ass. “Fuck yeah, please need- need more.”

He curled his fingers, stimulating the spongy area near the front, feeling you clench around them. Gasping, when he brushed his thumb over your clit, your hands dug into his meaty thighs. Tiny moans leaving you, not caring anymore if someone would hear. Only wanting your release.

Walter felt your walls tighten around his index and middle finger, he knew you were close, having been so pent up. So he doubled his effort, rubbing circles into your clit while moving in and out faster.

Because his movement was restricted, he grabbed and lifted the hem of your dress with the other then pulled your panties to the side.

Right then he’d hit something in your core, that had you surrender to him completely, spreading your legs even wider, so you could ride his fingers.

Earning a deep growl, that sounded nothing like him. But it didn’t really register in your mind, too lost in the pursuit of your orgasm.

Not even the loud squelching sound of Walter’s fingers entering your pussy over and over again, deterred you from your goal. Nearly bouncing up and down on his hand.

“Fu-uck, that’s so hot”, a male voice grunted.

Walter eased his ring finger in, spreading your weeping hole even more and letting your juices run down his hand. The tension within kept building the longer he trust into you. Then his strained voice sounded; “Wait! Before you cum, open your eyes.”

All thoughts left your lust addled brain, just wanting to be good for him, you did as you were told. Eyes snapping open, as your pussy convulsed around him.

Locking eyes with gleaming blue one’s through the rear mirror, before the force of your orgasm, made you close them again, falling over the edge whimpering, “Fuuu-ck!”

Your walls worked his fingers, still clenching down rhythmically. Panting heavily, you slowly came back down, from one of the most intense orgasm you’d ever experienced. Thick fingers unhurriedly slipping out of your cunt.

Walter was just about to put them in his mouth, when a rough voice interjected, making your eyes fly open at once, “Wait I want a taste.”

Sy’s hand had shot out, holding onto your boyfriend’s wrist, gaze fixed on your uncovered pussy, licking his lips. “May I sugar’?” His equally lustful sapphires now on your face.

Swallowing thickly, you shook your head yes.

The captain promptly pulled Walter’s arm forward, closing his lips around his fingers.

Moaning as he tasted the first drops of your sweet nectar, all the while maintaining eye contact with you. Humming further as he cleaned them thoroughly with his tongue, clearly enjoying your juices.

Simply gawking at the erotic scene that played out in front of you, would’ve had you coming again if there had been any strength left in you.

Once Sy was finished, he winked at you, smacking his lips together, as if he’d just eaten the most delicious dessert.

Then another rumble sounded from the driver’s seat, “How does it taste?”

As you were slowly catching up with what was happening, you were a little mortified, at what you’d just done. You swiftly pulled your black panties back in place and your dress down.

Sy’s answer had you clenching some more though, “Fuckin’ fantastic. You should try it sometime.” The resounding groan from August, made you shiver with anticipation.

Walter’s hands held onto your hips, slotting your body perfectly against his broad chest, then he chuckled, “That was quite a show there. Pretty sure we enjoyed it just as much as you did, love.”

August growled, own knuckles having turned white from holding the steering wheel too tightly, “Agree to disagree.” He gestured down at his lap then at Sy’s, both trousers showing a telltale bulge.

Heat continuously shot through your body, not even getting a chance of cooling down, with all this sexual tension and in the guy’s case, sexual frustration, floating around.

Your boyfriend’s kind eyes twinkled at you, before uttering the next heat inducing sentence, “I’m sure you’ll make it up to us later, won’t you darling?”

PART 3

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[pinkhairswagtourney]

i've gotten a few asks like "x obviously has pink hair" etc etc so . here's a list of reasons why every character in this tourney was nominated , summed up bc i'm not typing paragraphs for this ghfjdskfh

Junko Enoshima + Power + Sayori + Pearl + Sylvie Ashling - peach ≠ pink Whitney + Nao Egokoro + Sakuya Sakuma + Sakura Minamoto + Kakyoin Noriaki + Ruby Kurosawa + Vi + Clover Field - too red

Sucy Manbavaran + Chiaki Nanami + Koyuki Himekawa + Kokomi Sangonomiya + Mizuki Akiyama - too desaturated Mitsuri Kanroji + Kirio Nekoyanagi + Iono + K-Angel + Nomi Nomi - multi-colored Crona + Ritsu + Kaz Kaan + Kipo Oak + Satori Komeiji - too purple Sara + Marika Kato - too brown

Duck - too orange

Princess Iris - isn’t always pink

[aro-rambles]

arospec ask game! 8. 14. And 17.

thanks for the ask sorry for taking almost 3 months to get to it HERE WE GO

8 CHARACTERS HEHE saiki k the original aroace king of anime, and uhhhh half the characters from obscure videogame I was a teenage exocolonist. most are headcanons but if you play the game you'll se I'm right (rex, marz, and tang are 100% aroallo. to me. dys is just there man he's somewhere in the arospec I'm sure. and uhh nomi nomi is demi/ace canonically, which I take to mean they are demiromantic asexual because cmon they're all I have). light yagami and L from death note are absolutely aroace unless they are aroallo and gay for each other I do not take criticism on that particular headcanon because I'm objectively correct. that's all I got.

14 just answered that one in the last ask (<- not saying this passive aggressively by the way like this ask was sent before I answered the other one)

17 no :( I'm like my little pony with how much I depend on the power of friendship. also I get squishes sometimes and it's embarrassing.

[arcobalengo]

Sarebbero state autorizzate numerose missioni all’estero in Paesi fuori della Nato impiegando il personale della sezione K per addestramento, forniture di armi e apparecchiature di ogni genere. Parimenti risulterebbe l’impiego di uomini della sezione K o dei nuclei Ossi o Gos in operazioni non attinenti ai compiti istituzionali (sequestro Moro, Dozier, rivolta nel carcere di Trani, sequestro Achille Lauro, aereo sequestrato a Malta, la cosiddetta “Operazione Lima”). La sezione K risulterebbe rivivere sotto la nuova sigla di Falange Armata di cui farebbero parte alcuni componenti della disciolta VII divisione». E ancora: «Secondo quanto dichiarato ai magistrati dal segretario del Cesis Paolo Fulci, la Falange Armata sarebbe composta da 16 ufficiali della VII divisione, arruolati in modo clandestino dal generale Pietro Musumeci tra gli ex paracadutisti della Folgore; che la creazione della sezione K è ascrivibile al capo della Gladio Inzerilli. Risulta inoltre parimenti ascrivibile alla VII divisione la creazione di altra struttura clandestina risultante operante anche dopo lo scioglimento della Gladio: il centro Scorpione di Trapani. Tale centro, sorto in una zona ad alta intensità mafiosa, di logge massoniche occulte, di traffici d’armi e di droga, disponeva di un velivolo leggero e di una pista di atterraggio. Da numerosa documentazione sequestrata dai magistrati della Procura di Padova è emersa la falsità contabile tenuta dal centro che elargiva compensi a “fonti” inesistenti. Il capo centro, maresciallo Li Causi, non è stato in grado di fornire plausibili spiegazioni; con differenti nomi di copertura, risulterebbe aveva partecipato a numerose operazioni illegali condotte dalla VII divisione. Dati questi precedenti risultano ancora non chiare le ragioni della sua presenza in Somalia dove perse la vita, secondo la versione ufficiale, a causa di una pallottola vagante; ulteriori elementi sono emersi circa l’illegalità della esercitazione “Delfino" effettivamente svoltasi in Friuli. Tutto ciò contrariamente a quanto sostenuto nel 1992 dai magistrati della procura di Roma che definirono l’esercitazione una “ipotesi di lavoro”, una “esercitazione in vitro”, provvedendo a incriminare e far arrestare le persone che indagavano e che avevano presumibilmente rivelato l’esistenza». Insomma, Gladio continuava a esistere sotto la sigla Falange Armata. E dipendeva dal Sismi. «Un funzionario del Sisde, si chiamava De Luca, che ora è morto e lavorava con me al Cesis, mi portò due cartine: in una c’erano i luoghi dove partivano tutte le telefonate della Falange Armata, nell’altra i luoghi dove sono situate le sedi periferiche del Sismi e queste due cartine coincidevano perfettamente», ha dichiarato il diplomatico Paolo Fulci, dal 1985 al 1991 ambasciatore alla Nato a Bruxelles e tra il 1991 e il 1993 segretario generale del Comitato esecutivo per la sicurezza e l’intelligence (Cesis). «Maneggiavano dinamite e armi e costituivano una cellula speciale, con obiettivi di guerriglia urbana, totalmente estranei ai compiti istituzionali. Dietro la sigla Falange Armata si nasconde in realtà un’operazione di guerra non convenzionale», ha aggiunto Fulci. In altre parole, dopo il 1990 i nostri servizi segreti gestivano segretamente e autonomamente dei killer che, in quanto gladiatori, dipendevano dalla Nato e dagli Stati Uniti.

Franco Fracassi - The Italy Project